But sinners, fill'd with guilty fears,
Behold his wrath prevailing;
For they shall rise, and find their tears
And sighs are unavailing;
The day of grace is past and gone :
Trembling they stand before the throne,
All unprepared to meet him.
Great God! what do I see and hear!
The end of things created!
The judge of mankind doth appear
On clouds of glory seated:
Beneath his cross I view the day,
When heaven and earth shall pass away,
And thus prepare to meet him.
AY the grace of Christ our Saviour,
And the Father's boundless love,
With the holy Spirit's favor
Rest upon us from above!
Thus may we abide in union
With each other and the Lord; And possess in sweet communion, Joys which earth cannot afford.
O God your voice in anthems raise;
Jehovah's awful name he bears;
In him rejoice, extol his praise,
Who rides upon the rolling spheres.
For benefits each day bestow'd,
Be daily his great name ador'd,
Who is our Saviour and our God,
Of life and death the Sovereign Lord.
Hymn 70. P. M.
SING ye sons of men, O sing
Praise to heaven's Eternal King:
Raise to him some new taught song,
Power and strength to God belong;
Power and strength to God assign;
And before his hallowed shrine
Yield the homage, that his name
From the sons of men doth claim.
E merciful, O God of
To us thy people; let thy face
Beam on us, that thy church may
In this dark world, with light divine.
That light divine, Oh, let it spread,
Till earth-born darkness shall have fled;
And all the families of man
Have heard, great Lord, thy saving plan.
Let them with joy thy praises sing,
Earth's righteous Judge, and sov’reign King;
Illumin'd by thy holy word,
Let all the nations praise the Lord.
Then shall this barren world assume
New beauty, and the desert bloom;
Our God shall richly bless us then,
And all men fear his name. Amen.
Hymn 72. L. M.
HE Lord is King! lift up thy voice,
O earth, and all ye heav'ns rejoice!
From world to world the joy shall ring:
The Lord omnipotent is King.
The Lord is King! who theu shall dare
Resist his will, distrust his care;
Alike pervaded by his eye
All parts of his dominion lie.
The Lord is King! child of the dust,
The judge of all the earth is just;
Holy and true are all his ways:
Let ev'ry creature speak his praise.
He reigns! ye saints exalt your strains :
Your God is King, your Father reigns ;
And he is at the Father's side,
The Lord of love, the Crucified.
Come, make your wants, your burdens known; He will present them at the throne,
Nor can his wisdom e'er mistake,
His might decay, his love forsake.
One Lord, one empire, all secures :
He reigns, and life and death are yours; Through earth and heav'n his saints shall sing, The Lord omnipotent is King.
Hymn 73. P. M.
READ of heav'n! on thee we feed,
For thy flesh is meat indeed :
Ever may our souls be fed
With this true and living bread;
Day by day with strength supplied,
Through the life of him who died.
Vine of heav'n! thy blood supplies
The blest cup of sacrifice;
"Tis thy wounds our healing give:
To thy cross we look and live;
Thou'rt our life! Oh, let us be
Rooted, grounded, built on thee.
Hymn 74. S. M.
DARKER far than night,
Grief's sullen shadows roll;
We sit and watch iu vain for light,
The morning of the soul.
Arise, and let us climb
The sacred mountain's height,
And look beyond the hills of time
To boundless seas of light.
Most blessed are those spheres,
Where sorrows never rise,
And not a passing cloud appears,
To overcast their skies.
Fly on, ye years of night!
Oh, they will soon be past:
Eternity appears in sight,
And 'twill be morn at last.
For these unrisen beams
Of never-ending day,
Let hope shake off its earthly dreams,
And faith pursue its way.
Hymn 75. L. M.
WHEN in the hour of lonely woe,
We give our sorrows leave to flow,
And care, and fear, and dark distrust,
Weigh down our spirits to the dust ;
And when not friendship's gentle aid
Can heal the wounds the world has made;
Let this repress each rising sigh,
Our Saviour is for ever nigh.
Jesus! in whom but thee above,
Can we repose our trust, our love?
Or shall an earthly object be
Sought in comparison with thee?
Our flesh is hast'ning to decay;
Soon shall the world have pass'd away;
And what can mortal friends avail,
When heart, and strength, and life shall fail?
But Oh, be thou, my Saviour, nigh,
And we shall triumph while we die ;
My soul! thy portion is divine,
If Jesus be for ever thine.
Hymn 76. P. M..
THOU God, who hearest pray'r,
Every hour and every where !
Listen to our feeble breath,
Save us from the gates of death;
For his sake whose blood we plead,
Hear us in our hour of need.
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